Duet
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Disclaimer: Neither SG1, SGC, nor for that matter SG-anything are mine. We all know who they belong to. I've just borrowed them, cleaned them afterwards and left them (sort of) 'as were'. Written for no money, only love, with no intention to infringe on any copyright, purely for entertainment. Please don't archive without my permission.
She was lying for Mulder again. He knew it. Not from a betraying flicker of the eyes. Not from the too-direct stare that pierced him to the core and made him feel as though his soul lay bare. Not from a nervous shuffling of the hands. No, he knew because he could smell it, that warm fragrance that was perfume and soap mixing with the sheen of sweat that rose up from her pores to coat her with its betraying slickness.
Skinner glanced away, unable to meet those clear eyes while his thoughts were filled with images of Agent Scully sprawled back in her chair, giving her report in short breathless bursts, while he lapped at the salt-sweet hollow of her throat.
"What did you do then, Agent Scully?"
So careful. She was so careful to bend the truth, manipulate it so the barest trace of a lie remained, just enough to save Mulder a reprimand. Unnecessary deceit. All she had to do was ask. He'd die for this woman.
"Do you believe Agent Mulder followed proper procedure?"
There it was, the brief lowered gaze and the lick of the lower lip that signalled a pause, a collecting of thought and composure and the most difficult thing of all - a direct lie. She did it brilliantly.
But he knew.
Should he call her on it? She would grow more uncomfortable, sweat further pricking her skin until the incredible scent of her swamped him, filling him with a longing to taste, to consume, to claim this woman's body as he wished to claim her love and loyalty, things that she gave only to the lucky sonuvabitch she called her partner.
She was shifting beneath his gaze, hating this deception. Then she looked up, chin tilted, eyes steady and not a trace of uncertainty about her.
Was that why he loved her? Because this small woman with her wide eyes, sweet breasts and steel-trap mind had more balls than any man in the FBI?
Walter Skinner kept his face a careful blank, as he had for the past fifteen minutes of the interview.
"Thank you. Dismissed, Agent Scully."
He knew. She could tell from the way he was so careful to keep his face expressionless, but always there was the betrayal of his eyes. Eyes so soft, so incredibly gentle despite what she knew of this man's past. A man who had killed, a man who had need to be ruthless, to be the strong one in control while others in the shadows played power games. He was watching her with that softened gaze that told her he knew what she was doing, why she was doing it. There was something else she glimpsed - hunger, a wanting that seared clear through her, heating her blood and liquefying flesh and bone.
An answering hunger rose up within her, clouding her thoughts and quickening her breath.
No. Not now. Now she must do what she hated most - lie to this man to help another.
She lied for Mulder, twisting the truth while her body burned with need for this softly-spoken man with his stern face and tender mouth.
"Mulder was acting on information from a reliable source, sir."
Sir. How pathetic she was to feel such satisfaction saying that word. She didn't want to be controlled, didn't want to be protected. But sometimes in the quiet hours of the night and early morning she thought it might just be within her to be conquered. Call me on it, Skinner. Call me a liar. Demand the truth. Intimidate and overwhelm. God, the smell of him was driving her crazy, musk and spice, cologne and fresh sweat, making her head spin. She shouldn't want him this much, shouldn't feel this gnawing ache and crazy desire to straddle him across his desk, in his chair, any damn place, and take him in until the ache was assuaged - at least until the next time. Was it possible not to want this man? Would there ever be a time when she could look at him without wanting to possess him and be possessed?
Dismissed, AD Skinner? Oh no. This could never be dismissed. One day there would be no lies. One day the shadow players would be gone. One day Mulder would find his truth. And Scully would find hers in a stern face and a tender mouth that would call her Dana.
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